(Talking) Yeah this one is dedicated to anybody that lost somebody wether they locked up gone pasted away or just aint here no more seems like it just
G I pulled off and see some hutches on the corner But just be Cause it's buisiness as usal, Eat, p, and d But it's MD and me Drinkin and drivin the G,
(Low-G) Ghetto Soldier, I?m representin? from that Houston Second Ward, that be the place where I do my dirt Kick in doors, sellin? Dope, Only my God
rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke
I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to
a hell raisin' heavanly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac."
represent the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee Cause I'm gifted
get that money man (Lets get that money man) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
bait 'em in soon as a nigga speak, That G's voice just make a bitch knees weak. I'm in my caddilac, chillin like a fat mac, Smokin on a fat sac, drinkin
[Refrain:] Gone get you head busta fuckin with the homies Fuckin with my family nigga knows you been so phones Gone get you head busta fuckin with my G's Fuckin with my G
The Ghetto But You Cant The The Ghetto Out Of Me Bitch Ima G I Gotta Eat On The Streets Survive Imma Die On The Steets Imma G Uptown Yea We Getting Down
to all those, caps get peeled quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!" Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin Split yo' ass
So pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms
the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully infective a crack dealer y'all president send me smack then got a mac
Healthy, but they say I have a sick grind Prefer the money like my Mac player QuickTime Makin' moves, can't let the hatin' scare me You, on other hand
okay Healthy, but they say I have a sick grind Prefer the money like my Mac player QuickTime Makin' moves, can't let the hatin' scare me You, on other
